Thursday, March 7, 2019

I Heard the Tall Grass Whispering

I heard the tall grass whispering,
gossiping,
spreading rumors of spring,
even tho the ground is hard with winter.

With ice underfoot
and my breath in the air,
Spring seems an unlikely fable,

but I do so want to believe.

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